Addicted to Love
Wrong or right, darling, you are the one!
Your willing slave am I, with nowhere to run.
The fullness of life with you just blooms,
As I saunter our sparkling, marbled, rooms.
This slave will always belong only to you!
Wrong or right, how can this possibly be?
That those sparkling eyes, hold me so captively.
But, being so lost in fatal amour, it’s true.
This willing slave belongs forever only to you.
Wrong or right, in the stillness of a starlit night.
1/22/2024
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